Confidential Screwly G

[Intro]
(Andre, run it up)

[Verse]
Can't keep rappin' about murders and bodies, gotta keep that confidential
Pull up, BP truck with a hundred somethin' plus, I'm ridin' presidential
Police tryna indict for all the shit I be sayin' on these instrumentals (Fuck)
I wanna kill the opps so bad, I ain't have no car, I'll spin out a rental, uh (Grrah)
Uh, dear baby Lord, I'm a sinner
Nigga keep beatin' his bitch, he mad at me 'cause she wanna be with a winner
Nigga ain't got no money, she ain't been eatin', it look like her waist got slimmer
She wanna be my Ms., I just wanna fuck, I don't wanna be her Mr.
I don't trust none of these niggas, when you come around me, don't get on the phone to whisper
Know you can die for a caption or likin' they status, last nigga died for a picture (Grrah)
Catch me a nigga in traffic and I'll get active, it's hard to control my temper
You can't tote that gun, if you ain't caught one, what the fuck you gon' do with a pistol?
Alright, uh, I told AC let me out
'Member one time I was blowin' this bitch so fast, I shot my window out (Grrah, grrah-grrah)
We got the drop to his crib, I ain't shootin' up shit, I'ma wait 'til his ass come out (Uh-huh)
How many times he dissed my dog, that's how many times he gettin' shot in the mouth
I ain't no regular rapper, I love to spin, nigga, we drill for real
I ain't just puttin' this gangster shit on beats, we really kill for real
Before I wave my flag or truck my tail, nigga, I get in the field
Before I do a drill, let me tuck my chain, nigga, I'm worth some M's (Grrah)
Caught the curb in the big-body Range Rover truck, almost flattened the wheel
Nigga ain't spilled no blood or stepped on shit, I really know how that feel (Uh-huh)
Nigga be comin' on hits just to act like a bitch, nigga be actin' like steel
Lil' bro killed that dumb-ass nigga on camera, replayin' that shit like a Reel (Haha)
I know a nigga got shot in his face, uh, left like Emmett Till (Rrah)
Told these niggas I was gon' get rich in the future, nigga, I felt like Phil
Before I started doin' this rapping and caught me a buzz, I ain't know nothing but kill (Rrah)
I can go do me a drill and function sober, other niggas need a pill (Bitch-ass niggas)
Alright, uh, catch a hat, give me a thrill
Murder for hire, I'm droppin' the bag on opps, I'm tryna get niggas killed (Uh-huh)
It's finna be a whole lotta blood and brains all over the place, shouldn't've gave me a deal
Fuck the feds and the DEA, I heard them crackers on my heels
Jump in the V and catch you a B with me, I'ma show you my murder skills (Uh-huh)
Tryna put the people in the smoke, when I get his lo', I'ma show him we purge for real
Tryna dick ride for views and post my songs, he don't even know the words for real
First time blowin' the chopper, lil' bruh was shaking, I told him to hold it still
Niggas done postin' they block, they know I'll pull up fast, they know I will
Pull up, ff, blast, left on his ass, kept shootin', that's an overkill
I don't be stuntin' these niggas when they talk that shit, these niggas be hoes for real
Niggas punch holes in the walls when they get mad, I put holes in opps for real (Rrah)